Thursday, February 26, 2015

Last Straw


"Luna, did I just catch you drinking that beer through a straw?
Cut it out.
I’ll tell you why.
Because first of all, we’re in public.
Second of all, you’re drunk enough already.
And third of all little lady, that is not your beer."

Thursday, February 19, 2015



Luna, get out of the car.
Come on.
You’re going to make us late.

I’m serious!
Wipe that frown off your face,
And let’s go.

Do I have to drag you out?
You know I will.

Have it your way.

Why do you always have to be so difficult?
Let go of the steering wheel.

God, you’ve got one hell of a grip.
But I happen to know you’re ticklish!

Did you just threaten to scream?

If you do, I’ll take you straight home.
But you’re going to be very happy about it.

Let go of the steering wheel.

Now hurry up and no biting this time.
Poor dentist.

Smile, honey.
And put away the matches.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Coin Toss

Asa to Anthony:

“Where is Luna?”

“I don’t know. She asked for coins to toss in the fountain then went up the escalator.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, the fountain’s down here.”

“There she is! Throwing them down from the third floor.”

“Go get her.”

“Why? She’s not hurting anybody.”

“She won’t be aiming for the fountain much longer.”

“You called that one.”

“I can’t believe you lost track of her.”

“Poor people, look at them scatter.”

“Go get her!”

“Here she comes.”

“Thank god.”

“I think she’s being chased though.”

“Not anymore.”

“That had to hurt.”


“What, boss?”

“Next time you give Luna coins, break up the rolls.”

“Got it.”